Archive for September, 2013

From New York Times bestselling author Helena Newbury, the second in the hit Fenbrook Academy series (each book focuses on a new couple so you can jump straight in without reading the first book. Also: no cliff hanger ending!)Amazon US – Amazon UK

Take Jennifer Instead by Michael Mechant
His wife gave him permission to cheat. I enjoyed kidding around with my wife’s best friend, Jennifer. When she was between boyfriends, I teased her mercilessly about sex. We never did anything about it, but my wife encouraged us. She kept telling us to just go in the bedroom and have sex. We always thought she was joking. My wife and I had this nice vacation planned – a romantic cabin in the woods for a week. It had taken a long time to get the reservations, and we had to pay it all in advance. It cost a lot but it was going to be worth it. Then something came up at my wife’s office right before we were to leave and she couldn’t go. She encouraged me to go without her and take Jennifer. She was serious. I really love my wife, and had always been faithful to her. But I sure had fun with Jennifer.Amazon US – Amazon UK

Until the Flood by Cynthia Brint
When I fell in love with Brandon Beck, tasted my first kiss in his arms, I believed deep in my bones that we would always be together. Nothing could ever tear us apart. And you know, I was right. Until the flood came, I was right. That day, I was sure I’d lost everything. Brandon Beck’s body had been swept away. The one boy that was meant for me was gone. That was what I thought, anyway. Two years later, I caught a glimpse of him. Why would the love of my life stalk me from the shadows, why would he hide away for so long? Maybe it was all in my head. Or was it possible… that Brandon Beck had never died at all?Amazon US – Amazon UK

Seduced by Moonlight – seven stories of explicit paranormal erotica by Polly J Adams
A collection of seven explicit stories of paranormal erotica: magic, hauntings and lots of explicit, adult content from the bestselling author of Bad Girls, The Billionaires’ Sex Club and Taken to the Edge.Amazon US – Amazon UK

Secrets & Curves by Julianne Reyer
One woman, two men. Too many secrets. Is this steamy threeway relationship too hot to handle? For shy and curvy Jasmine Taylor, nothing ever comes easy. Her career is on a losing streak and her relationship track record is even worse. So when she’s swept off her feet into a seductive whirlwind of dating two men together, it’s as if her deepest fantasies have come to life. Now with two gorgeous men in her life–enigmatic billionaire CEO, Evan Westmore; and his charming, mischievous longtime lover, Luke Rosso–Jasmine finds that the sex might be the least of her worries. Both men have deep secrets, and Jasmine with her lush beauty and her own insecurities, might be the only one who can face them head on. Secrets & Curves is the stand alone sequel to Hunting for Curves. This 55k novel is intended for adult readers.Amazon US – Amazon UK

From New York Times bestselling author Helena Newbury, the second in the Fenbrook Academy series. Each book in the series features a different couple, so you can jump in without having read the first book and there’s no cliff hanger ending.

Everyone expects her to succeed…
Karen plays the cello like an angel, and it’s the only thing that makes her truly feel alive. But her father’s dream—for her to join a prestigious orchestra—leaves no time in her life for anything but music…not even love. Trapped on her path, she doesn’t know how to rebel.

Everyone expects him to fail…
Connor plays rock guitar like the devil himself, and his ability has got him all the way from a dead-end life in Belfast to a scholarship at Fenbrook Academy. But beneath his arrogance and charm, he doesn’t believe he has what it takes. He’s spent his time in New York drinking and partying, and the only future he sees is a return to Ireland as soon as he flunks out.

But what no one expects…
When Karen’s duet partner is injured, the bad boy guitarist and the shy, sheltered cellist are forced to team up. Neither likes the idea, but what begins as anger and distrust slowly spirals into love…and lust. If they can face up to their feelings, they might just have a chance together. If Connor will allow Karen to stop his fall, maybe he can show her a life she never thought possible…

This New Adult Romance is recommended for readers 17+ due to adult themes and sexual scenes.

That night, when the canapés were all gone and the champagne all drunk, when we’d offered our help in cleaning up and been politely refused by Natasha, when we’d half-carried a slightly drunk Jasmine to the cab and taken her home…I thought about Connor.

I was alone in my apartment, still wearing the dress—although I’d slipped off the Heels of Death and was enjoying the blessed relief of bare feet. I was sitting facing the window, playing my cello and looking out at the city lights. I hadn’t had much to drink, just enough to make my mind a little dreamy and random. I let my thoughts guide my playing, my body just a conduit.

Connor Locke was long, low notes—the sound of my impending doom. What did I really know about my nemesis? Irish. Bad boy. Arrogant. Drunk, more often than he should be. Magnetic to women—at least, a certain type of women. And yet from what I could see, he never stayed with one for very long.

Except Ruth. What sort of woman had tamed him for long enough—or made him fall hard enough—that he wanted her name permanently etched on his body?

He was enjoying playing with me—I could see that much. He was like a cat with a mouse, knowing that I could never really escape but wanting to draw out the game as long as possible. Exactly how much was he going to make me suffer, over the next three months? Enough that I’d break and call the whole thing off?

It occurred to me that maybe that was what he wanted. If I refused to work with him, he could walk away and all the blame would be on me. Was he just looking for a way out, one that wouldn’t make him look like the bad guy?

The weird thing was, I couldn’t imagine Connor minding being the bad guy. He seemed like he’d embrace the role. So why, then, was he playing with me? Just because he found it amusing?

I stopped playing, and then started again as I thought about how his body had felt. The movements of my bow got smaller, faster. Notes rippling down over the hard ridges of his abs. Curving and soaring as they arced over the broad swell of his chest. Then hard, strong strokes as the music flowed over the thick muscles of his shoulders, down his back to his—

I broke off abruptly and sat there with the bow resting on the strings. Something had started inside me, a swirling heat that I visualized as deep, deep scarlet, and I wasn’t sure how to shut it off.

A part of me wasn’t sure I wanted to shut it off.

I laid the cello carefully down and started pacing. It wasn’t getting turned on that bothered me; it was getting turned on by him. Think about something else. I stared at my composition notes, but that only made me think of Connor. I slipped out of the dress and hung it up neatly so I could give it back to Clarissa the next day, but that left me in my underwear, and rogue thoughts of Connor’s hands on me started to creep in.

This is ridiculous! I do not like him! I told myself. It was just a purely physical reaction, I decided. Like getting goose bumps when you’re cold—nothing you can do about it. My body simply didn’t know any better, didn’t care that he was a loud-mouthed, brash idiot who coasted on his talent. It was only interested in how big his hand had seemed when he gripped my arm. How his chest had felt against my breasts when he pressed me to him, how his hard cock—

I closed my eyes. This was getting out of control.

I’d go to bed. I’d go to bed and sleep, and in the morning I’d be back to normal. I’d go to bed and I would absolutely not play with myself.

Minutes later, I was lying there under the covers in just my panties. Normally, I threw on an oversize t-shirt, but that night I didn’t bother. Going topless didn’t mean I was going to give in to temptation, though. Not at all.

I turned over, unable to get comfortable. It was like an itch, deep inside my body, impossible to ignore. It wasn’t completely dark in my bedroom, enough of the city lights making it through the blinds to light up the white covers and the wide, queen-sized bed. A bed that had only ever had one person in it, the entire time I’d been at Fenbrook. The only time it saw any sort of action was when I—

No. Not to memories of him. Not while thinking of his smirk and his twinkling eyes.

I turned over again. Then again. The swirling heat didn’t fade, but grew more and more intense until—

I slid one hand down my body and under the thin fabric of my panties. Eyes tight shut, fingertips stroking along my lips, up and down, up and down….

There was too much weight on me. I kicked the comforter off and lay there almost naked. I tried to keep my mind empty, but Connor’s face was there immediately and I let out a groan of anger that sounded a lot like lust. Think of Sven! I thought desperately. Strong hands working your back, all slippery with oil….

But my body didn’t want Sven. I felt the ghosts of other hands on my body, on my arm and back. Felt my nipples stiffening at the memory of him.

We all have our preferred positions. Mine is on my back, knees wide, heels digging into the bed. My fingers were slick with my moisture now, stroking up and down my lips, and my thumb was beginning to circle my clit. Ripples of energy were skittering down my body, growing stronger each time. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, but there was something missing, something not right.

I pushed the thought away, and let my knees flop wider. I was panting now, my fingers frantic at my opening, feeling the lips swell and spread. My thumb kept circling my clit, so super-sensitive it was almost painful, yet I wanted to stroke it raw. I was desperate, aching for release in a way I’d never known before.

I could feel the orgasm trapped inside me like a tethered balloon. However fast I stroked and rubbed, it refused to rise any higher. I needed something else.

I swung myself off the bed and yanked out the carton of books. They were in neat alphabetical order, double-stacked with the filthier ones on the lower level. But when I pulled out the five bodice-rippers at the end, they revealed my other secret. A black, unmarked box which I opened with shaking fingers. Inside, a translucent pink dildo.

I’d tried a couple. A vibrator was good, in its own way, but I never got over the alien-ness of the buzzing. It felt too mechanical, too unrealistic. And the dildos I’d seen with carefully textured surfaces, with their skin colors ranging from ivory to black, had gone too far in the other direction. Mine, though, was made of some jelly-like material, and the color helped, too. It didn’t look too real. Yet when you closed your eyes….

I quickly stripped off my panties and lay back on the bed. I teased myself with it a little first, tracing my lips with the head, imagining some faceless man doing the same. But he wouldn’t stay faceless. However hard I tried, it was Connor I saw. Connor’s thick biceps either side of my head, as he supported his weight above me. Connor’s tight ass flexing as he positioned himself to—

I rolled my head back and groaned as I slid the head into me, feeling myself stretch. Just the thought of it, of the man I thought of as an arch-enemy entering me, was enough to send my climax rising and twisting, almost faster than I could control. In my mind he started to thrust, and I stroked the dildo back and forth, my teeth biting my bottom lip as the smooth rubber stretched my walls. My heels grew warm as they rubbed back and forth on the bed, and I imagined gripping his ass with both hands and pulling him in deeper….

I arched my back as it slid into me, gasping as it opened me up. I’d started to sweat, my breath coming in choking gasps. But it wasn’t enough. This was Connor, I realized, inserted into my normal Sven fantasy.

He wouldn’t take you like this, the little voice in my head said. I ignored it for a moment but when it came back, I allowed the thought to creep in. How would Connor Locke take me?

Without even thinking about it, I rolled over onto my hands and knees, one arm under me to keep the dildo moving. Immediately, it was better, more real. I had my eyes tightly closed, but I imagined there was a mirror in front of me, and in the reflection I could see Connor, driving into me from behind.

I let my body slump forward onto my shoulders my head awkwardly turned to the side, so I could rub at my clit with my other hand. I was driving the dildo in deep, now, deeper than I normally would. He wouldn’t care. He wouldn’t care that I’m a virgin, he’d drive it in fast and deep and oh God so big—

I imagined those big hands on my hips, hard fingers digging into my flesh. I arched my back and dragged my breasts along the sheet so that it caressed my nipples, burning sparks leaping from them straight down to my groin. I could feel myself teetering on the edge and as I shoved the dildo in one last time, all the way to its root, I gasped, “C—Conner!”

The orgasm ripped through me, starting at my head and rippling down to my core, then exploding outwards to devour me completely. I could feel my legs twitching, my body clenching and squirming around the rubber length buried in me. I was heaving for breath, rivulets of sweat running down my chest to drip from my aching nipples. When the climax passed, I was a shuddering, weak-kneed mess.

I was helping my friend Jill Hamilton of the brilliant and hilarious blog “In Bed With Married Women” do some research on a piece she was writing about strange erotica. So I started digging deep in the bowels of Amazon. I found books about having sexy times with snowmen and making them melt, forced impregnation by leprechauns, lactation werewolf stories and the like. I had never written erotica or been a big reader of it and rolled my eyes at this particular stripe that I was finding even though it fit the bill for Jill’s piece. But I followed the “if you liked this then you might like THIS” path that Amazon sends you on. I came across a book that was an erotic retelling of Mary getting pregnant.

I read the sample and, to my mind, it was awful writing. Cliche. Brimming with typos. Sloppy.

But the comments/reviews were amazing. There were not only lots of them but they were summarily glowing.

“This book made me feel closer to Jesus.”

“Now I know how scared and proud Mary must have been to have been approached by God this way.”

“To think that my Lord Jesus came from a union like that makes me feel good.”

I was amazed.

Something about the “message” of this book broke through to a segment of readers who clearly desired to connect their spiritual urges with their sexual ones.

I believe in that message very deeply – connecting the spiritual and sexual urges. I was confident I could do better. Though I am not religious at all I have a great interest in the impact The Bible has had on literature and culture. I have been a very amateur biblical scholar since college and I have great affection for the language of the classic King James Bible published in 1611.

Tell us more about Genesis Deflowered.

I worked really diligently to make the text I added to flow with and into the original text. So I was attentive to capture the style of the Elizabethan/Jacobean writers. With the help of an excellent editor, Veronica Tuggle, I used only words that were in use at the time and used Elizabethan grammar rules – which are different from ours. Knowing how deeply the KJV influenced the English speaking poetry tradition I tried to imagine that the version I was writing was the original and therefore embedded turns of phrase, rhymes, and fragments of poems from Donne, Keats, Swinburn, Suckling, Shelley, Byron, Tichbourne and many others to make it seem like these poets had picked up these phrases from a biblical source. I think using that poetic language helped the sweep of the narrative (such that it is) to move along and to read more beautifully.

But beyond that it is sexy as well. And it is sexy because it is restrained. Don’t get me wrong, there is certainly something sexy about orifices that are sopping wet and organs that have been used to fuck someone being all hard. But there is so much of that out there. I wanted to go with the “less is sometimes more” approach and really cover new ground in the erotica space. “Genesis Deflowered” does indeed stand alone in that regard.

And you should see me at the readings I do. There is nothing like being at a reading of biblical erotica.

Is this erotica with a mission, or is it simply an idea that grabbed you?

Both. I think there is very little erotica with a specific mission (no pun intended) out there. So in that regard I am glad that “Genesis Deflowered” has a point beyond pure titillation. Though I am delighted if people find it exciting on that level alone. If masturbating furiously to the tender love story of Isaac and Rebecca gets you off or the blatantly homoerotic Jacob/Angel wrestling scene turns you on – hooray. But broadly speaking I get grabbed by missions.

A few years ago I thought “Why hasn’t there been a documentary that explains the origins of poverty? And why does poverty persist and increase despite our actions?”…so I wrote a treatment, got a company to say yes, got someone to pay for it and suddenly I was making a movie about a huge issue of global significance. And that film went to the Cannes film festival and I spoke at the UN about it and its ideas four times.

Why do you think spirituality and sexuality are, well, such uneasy bed partners?

Well, I would clarify and say that religion and sexuality are uneasy bedpartners because religion is a tool of civilization, of order, of structure, and of hierarchy. So anything that is disruptive to that structure is constitutionally not a match. Sexuality is about feeling desire and acting on it, playing with it, and experimenting with tension and release, hot and cold, hiding and being found. These are all types of polarity where a circuit of energy can flow. But all those things compromise the integrity of the vision of social control that all religions have for the societies and cultures where they reside.

And that control can bear amazing fruit in some ways – look at our world and culture – Amazing.

And that same control can and does deeply damage people and societies – look at our world and culture – Horrifying and sad.

Religion is living by books and the written word. Sexuality is written on the body.

Religion is black ink on white paper that you look at in repetitive lines.

Sexuality is curves and textures, sounds, smells and sensations.

I can go on, but as the events that were happening that formed the mythology of Genesis and the texts of Genesis there was a battle of ideas of monotheism rising up against cult like Goddess worship in that part of the world. So conflict with the feminine and the sensual is built in from the beginning. For more on this I highly, highly suggest reading the book “The Alphabet vs. The Goddess” by Leonard Shlain.

What kind of reaction have you had to Genesis Deflowered?

Mostly positive for those who are willing to push through the first jolt of “this isn’t written in normal Engilsh.” I have had many people who have said that this makes the Bible more readable and makes the stories make more sense because I have made the characters more human. And they are reading for the dirty parts. I have received a beautifully touching and thoughtful response on the nature of faith and desire from a nun in the Order of the Sacred Heart who really appreciated the book. I have had a former priest cry in joy at it.

But I also have had a few right wing tea party Bible thumpers yell at me on Twitter. But none of them read the book. But a little bit of press on Fox News will bring those people to you.

Do the people around you know what you write? How have they reacted, or how would they react?

In my mind promoting a book like this requires you having to stand behind it. So I have done that by using my real name and really working to put it out there. Unafraid to mention it in conversation. Mostly the reactions have been good, congratulatory, and amazed at the weird specificness of it. But my wife is English (from Sheffield) and her parents are a bit conservative and in a bit of a slow motion hard time and my wife really doesn’t want to get into it with them. Which is totally understandable. But all of my English family otherwise knows about it and they have cheered at the ambitiousness of it.

Tell us about your experiences as an author. What have the big challenges and successes been?

The actual book writing part was largely a joy and fascinating. Talking and writing about the book is great. The part that is really hard for me is the marketing part. That is not only a foreign skill to me but a book of biblical erotica requires a bit of a different pitch than your standard issue erotica.

Do you see yourself as a writer who specialises in sexuality, or do you write in other genres, too?

I’d preface this by saying that I don’t really think of myself as a writer. I am someone who writes. Maybe even writes well. But I don’t self identify as that most romantic of titles…(sigh) a writer.

I write a lot about self development and creativity at my blog stillmansays.com. But I am also writing a part of presentation I’m making at the New York Federal Reserve in a few weeks on reforming the property tax code.

And I have written thousands of hours of scripts for television shows about food – I used to run program development at Food Network (a US cable network).

But at the moment I am writing biblical erotica and have something to say about that. And I love doing it and can see myself writing in this fashion for some time – especially if I break into a space where there is a real desire for it in a segment of the public.

What is next for you?

I am working on Exodus Deflowered and hope that this book is successful enough for me to merit working on down the entire Bible. Also I have recently discovered that steaming eggs for 9 ½ minutes in a steamer as opposed to boiling them makes superior hard cooked eggs with a shell that easily peels off on any kind of egg, new or old and never tears the white. The pressure of the steaming puts just enough space to get the porous shell to separate from the egg.

Genesis Deflowered

Where many see the Bible as the pathway to Heaven, others say it should be covered in a brown paper bag because it is so, so filthy.

There are hundreds of sex acts implied in the first book of the bible. How has nobody ever described how each of them would have played out in biblical language?

If the writers and translators of the Bible had been a little less prudish we might have an entirely different relationship between sex and religion than we have now. In Genesis there is sex before marriage, threesomes, incest, group sex, kinky fetish cuckolding, gay sex and more. Isn’t it time that you read the Bible for the dirty parts?

Using the seminal King James Bible in its Elizabethan English as spring board,”Genesis Deflowered” makes the beginning of the Bible come out as a sexy, readable and fun erotic novel.

A collection of seven explicit stories of paranormal erotica from the bestselling author of Bad Girls, The Billionaires’ Sex Club and Taken to the Edge.

‘The Lady in White’
When Lily and Denny decided to spend their wedding night at Clovely Hall they didn’t bargain on an encounter with the ghost of a murdered Victorian bride. A passionate gothic tale of love and sex, and putting old tragedies to rest.

‘Sleeping with the Past’
Estella Haynes is an architect specialising in the restoration of historical buildings, and she uses her work to help escape from her stifling, dull marriage. But when an overnight stay in Copford Hall leads to a steamy erotic dream encounter with the dashing Mr Huxley her life and lusts are reawakened. Can passion resonate from one century to another? And can her intense sexual adventures with Huxley set her on the course to fulfilment?

‘Letting Go’
She almost turned and left, but she couldn’t.
She was drawn to him.
She had to be here.
She had to join him.
She couldn’t let him go.
Ever.

…Intensely passionate and erotic… a story of love, loss and sexual abandon.

‘The Touch’ – a four-part serial
Ruth lives in the Hall with the mysterious Sisters. They have powers, and they have ways of influencing the world. They have ways of getting what they want. When Ruth sees Saul working with the stonemasons on the village church, young, stripped to the waist, fit and tanned, she knows what she wants. Refusing to use her own magical powers, Ruth sets out to win Saul on her own, without any help from sisters Anna and Esme. But if she can’t use supernatural Charms and Enchantments, just what can she do to make him hers?

The contents of this book were previously published in separate volumes: The Lady in White, Sleeping With the Past and Letting Go (collected as Raising the Dead); and Touched, Touched Again, All Come Together and Virgin Territory (collected as The Touch).

Excerpt from ‘The Lady in White’

Lily had stayed in her wedding dress throughout the day and on into the evening. She had an outfit for the evening reception, but in the end had decided not to change. The wedding dress had cost a fortune. She’d had it modified so that it was perfect: cinched in at the waist, the bodice cupping her breasts so that there was a hint of serving girl, a hint of slut, just the right balance between sexy and demure new bride. Best of all, she loved the way the layered skirts hung like a waterfall. Despite her mother’s best efforts, she had never wanted a big meringue of a wedding dress.

She’d known she had it right when she walked down the aisle at St Mary’s. Denny had turned and looked … and then: double-take. His eyes had opened just a little wider, his lips had parted.

She loved that look. The “I’m going to take you right here, right now” look.

It was a physical thing at first, the attraction. Denny was a Slater, and you didn’t mess with the Slaters. When she’d started going out with him her friends had been aghast. You never cross the Slaters, and so when this infatuation ended she would be in trouble. And if it didn’t… if this thing really lasted… then she would be a part of the Slater clan.

But that look in his eye.

She knew of the family. She knew them well enough to be able to put names to most of them, and to know the local gossip about which were currently in prison or court.

But that first night in the King’s Arms… The glance across the crowded bar and then – that double take. The look.

He’d left it half an hour before approaching her, and then he’d threaded his way through the throng, put a hand on her elbow, leaned in so that he was close to her ear, and asked what she’d like to drink. Not if she wanted a drink, but what she’d like. No one turned down a Slater.

But what she had first taken for arrogance, she’d come to realise was just how he had learned the world worked. He’d seen how his brothers behaved and just naturally followed. In reality, he was the soft centre of the family, an artistic boy fiercely protected by the clan.

She’d learned all that later, a process of chipping away at the brash posturing, peeling away the layers of Slater he’d pasted over himself for self-preservation.

That night, that first night… She would have gone with him right then. Gone outside, allowed him to drag her into a car or into a dark alley. She wanted to feel his hands on her, wanted that urgent, desperate exploration. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel that fuzz of evening stubble scraping across her face, across her breasts.

More than anything, she wanted to fuck him, hard and fast.

She’d never felt like that about a man before. Not so urgently, not so suddenly. Normally she needed seducing. She needed wooing.

I’ve written here before about censorship, adult filters and the like, and I’m sure I’ll do so again.

Right now, if you’re an erotica writer you’re probably aware that Amazon are cracking down on adult content. Previously they had the unpublicised adult filter: a book tagged as adult would be unavailable in general searches – to find it in an Amazon search you had to search from within the book pages. I never understood the logic of this: it makes sense to have some kind of safety mechanism so that minors don’t stumble across Fucking Mom in Her Sleep, but do they think kids don’t search within the book section…?

Now, rather than using a fairly-applied adult filter that gives users (and parents) choices over whether adult material appears in search results, the ‘zon are just applying the existing filter mechanism more enthusiastically.

All of a sudden, writers like me find that a large part of their back-list is now filtered, and therefore harder to find. It pisses me off, and I’m sure it pisses off any readers who are aware that they are being manipulated in this way. Unfortunately, most readers don’t know what’s going on.

Don’t get me wrong: as I say, I actually support the idea of a filter mechanism that is open about what it offers and puts users in control. What I don’t like is the application of a filter by stealth, unevenly applied so that it’s pretty random whether a particular adult story gets filtered or not.

Beth Masters has been lucky in her life so far. She comes from a good family, and has had a stable, protected up-bringing. She has good friends, and she’s avoided a lot of the pressures faced by most girls growing up. She’s worked hard and got into a good New England college. And now, in Bill Grady, she has a man who is not only gorgeous, generous and a phenomenal lover, but a thoroughly good person.

If there are limits to his generosity, Bella is yet to find them. Indeed, it turns out that he’s willing to share just about everything.

Working Girl: One woman’s journey from small-town virgin to part-time hooker. From the bestselling author of The Billionaires’ Sex Club and The Wings of Desire.

Excerpt:

This time, though, it was different. This time he turned her so that she was against the window and then he dropped to his knees. She eased her legs apart and arched her back, anticipating that first wet pressure of his tongue parting her lips. Sure enough, there it was, that first touch, the pressing and parting, and then his tongue pressing inside her. His hand was there, too, the thumb pressing gently on the hood of skin covering her clit, rolling from side to side as he fucked her with his tongue.

God that was good! Even now, when they’d fucked and played in so many different ways, he had plenty of new things to do with her, and now, within only a few rolls of his thumb across her clit, she was right on the edge.

Sensing this, he eased off, then started to lick along the folds of her labia with long sweeps of the tongue, dragging right back across the sensitive skin of her perineum before starting again.

Each time, his tongue swept a longer track, until he was licking between her buttocks, his tongue following that dark valley, gentle at first, then pressing more and more with each stroke, until its tip was sliding right along the crack, gliding across the opening and then returning to swirl around it.

She’d never felt anything like that before. So unexpected, the delicious physical sensations mixed with a sense of taboo. This was somewhere you didn’t go – especially with your tongue!

Now he had her ass firmly in his grip, holding and parting her buttocks so that his tongue could flick and swirl and then, finally, press deep, slipping inside, fleshy and wet and hot and then sliding back out. Again, he pushed deep with his tongue and then he found a rhythm, and it felt like one long, continuous wetness, and God but he’d taken her right back to the edge of orgasm again in a way she had never anticipated!

That was when he stood and the length of his shaft pressed against her ass and it was wet and slippery. He had planned this, then… Either that, or he just happened to have some lube lying around his office.

He started to slide against her, his dick and balls following the crack of her ass, pressing between her buttocks, so slippery and wet against her.

“Now, babe,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ve wanted this since day one.”

Free: 09/18-09/22 “I know I shouldn’t be so curious about you, but you make it so tantalizing to know more.” SEDUCTION Eva Perkins is a beautiful and educated student of Freud. She’s lusted after by her professors, and has no qualms about seducing them. Especially if it helps her future career. When her favourite lover, Dr. Gregory Sinclair, invites her to his wife’s lavish soiree, she’s only too excited to run off with him after the meal for some adult fun. MURDER She can still taste her lover’s mouth on her when she finds his wife’s body lying in the snow. Dr. Sinclair would never let her stumble across something so horrific if he were the culprit, but with a house bustling with people, who can she trust? As Dr. Sinclair is led away in handcuffs, Eva is the only one that can prove his innocence. However, it will involve revealing their affair, and give Dr. Sinclair a potential motive. MYSTERY Each passing second gives the murderer more time to cover their tracks, and to keep her silent. Darkness lurks in the hearts of her colleagues and professors, and the more she learns, the more urgent her search for the killer becomes. Her life depends on it. Eva Perkins is a smart female protagonist who will stop at nothing to clear her lover’s name. This sexy thriller will keep you gripping your seat and clenching your thighs with its heart-pounding suspense and breath quickening sex. An action-packed and very racy mystery novel set in the flapper era. For lovers of romantic suspense.Amazon US – Amazon UK

Breaking the Office Intern by Polly J Adams
You know that moment? The one where suddenly everything changes, when the power shifts. When a man who has been domineering and in control is suddenly anything but. When he’d do anything for you not to stop doing that thing you’ve been doing. That moment. That.Amazon US – Amazon UK

Maybe Fate by Cynthia Brint
No matter how you fight, fate still comes knocking. But what happens when you rebel against it? A full-length New Adult paranormal romance, focusing on the wonder of destiny, the beauty of love, and the way it sweeps us up with unstoppable, hungry claws.Amazon US – Amazon UK

Leap of Faith by Michelle Cary
Content with her life as an Ultimate Extreme Wrestling Vixen, Lexi Blackwell isn’t looking for love, but when rising star Logan Lanier sets his sights and his heart on the pretty little vixen what will she do?Amazon US – Amazon UK

Sliding Into The Abyss: Episode 1 To Spank, Or Not To Spank by Echo Chambers
It all started simply enough, an overheard exhibitionist fantasy, a witnessed tryst involving a light spanking and sex in front of an imaginary audience. Then came the offer they couldn’t refuse: repeat the scene in front of an actual audience and you can save your jobs – and the business of Fran and Lou Evans, their kind-hearted bosses.Amazon US – Amazon UK

You know that moment? The one where suddenly everything changes, when the power shifts. When a man who has been domineering and in control is suddenly anything but. When he’d do anything for you not to stop doing that thing you’ve been doing.

That moment. That.

Working Girl: One woman’s journey from small-town virgin to part-time hooker. From the bestselling author of The Billionaires’ Sex Club and The Wings of Desire.

Extract

You know that moment? The one where suddenly everything changes, when the power shifts. When a man who has been domineering and in control is suddenlyanything but. When he’d do anything for you not to stop doing that thing you’ve been doing.

That moment. That.

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Beth Masters hadn’t set out to seduce anybody. For starters, she just wasn’t that kind of a girl, or at least, she hadn’t realized she was.

She was a good girl, from a good, small-town, church-going family. She’d studied hard to get her place at one of the better liberal arts colleges in New England, and she worked hard to make the most of it. There’s a point where good borders on dull, and that’s pretty much where Beth had pitched things until that day.

Even the summer internship was worthy, bordering on the dull…

Deller and Grady were an ethical marketing agency, and those aren’t three words that often go together. Their tag-line was to the point: ‘We work with good people to make sure everyone else knows they’re good.’ Deliberately just a little bit wordy and awkward in an Aw shucks kind of way, it said exactly what Deller and Grady did.

Beth chose her outfit carefully, that first day: clothes appropriate for the company where she would be working for the summer. A simple gray blouse and charcoal pencil skirt; the sheer black hold-ups and a knockout pair of patent-leather slingbacks that went with the skirt. She tied her long blonde hair back in a simple pony-tail, tidy and efficient. The little black thong was for Beth alone, not for anyone else. It was what she liked to think of as her little bit of naughty, something that made her feel good. Whenever she was talking to someone and she could tell they were thinking what a nice girl she was – and she was – she would know that underneath her polite exterior there was that little bit of naughty.

You know that moment? The one where suddenly everything changes, when the power shifts. When a man who has been domineering and in control is suddenly anything but. When he’d do anything for you not to stop doing that thing you’ve been doing.

That moment. That.

Working Girl: One woman’s journey from small-town virgin to part-time hooker.

A four-part series from the bestselling author of The Billionaires’ Sex Club and The Wings of Desire.

I’ve been writing for a long time. Ten years to be exact. And in those ten years I’ve seen a lot change within the book industry. The big six publishers shunning e-books and their authors, then eventually, with no other choice, begrudgingly embrace the e-book boom. I’ve seen the RWA snub their noses at e-book authors and indies alike, only to finally giving validation to those same authors. I’ve witnessed the fall of Borders books and the current demise of Barnes and Noble.

Through all the changes there is one element that’s stayed constant. Trends! When Harry Potter first shattered the market, readers saw a flood of new books follow as authors tried to chase what they perceived to be the next trend. Some books were good, some weren’t, but as readers voraciously consumed Harry Potter, they were willing to try other authors and titles in an attempt to feed the Harry Potter need.

Most recently the craze was billionaire stories with brooding damaged heroes and innocent, naive and sometimes clumsy heroines. You can thank Fifty Shades of Grey for this trend. Again, as these books opened new readers up to a genre they hadn’t ever experienced the demand for similar stories rose and some lucky authors rode the trend and came out winners. Just look at Sarah Fawkes’ ‘All He Wants’ series.

Even in some of the author groups to which I belong, there is speculation and discussions among authors about whether one should chase the trend and what the next big thing is going to be.

Personally, I’ve never been one to follow trends. Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with chasing trends. I just don’t do it and honestly, it’s probably to my detriment. Still, as much as I try to see my writing as a business, the sad reality for me is that my writing is very personal. I can’t just on command tell a story about werewolves, or bigfoot (think Virginia Wade), or vampires or anything else, unless I want to write about it. I tried once with one of my Ginny Michael’s titles, to write a vampire story. It fell flat on its face. Personally I think it’s a horrible story, because my heart wasn’t in it.

When I first started writing, a fairly well established author game me some advice that I still live by when it comes to my writing. Write what interests you. Write what you love. If it happens to fall into the current trend then great, but if not…don’t sweat it. So I write about what I know and what I love. As my tastes change, so do my stories, but I write for the love of the story with the hope that maybe…just maybe one day I’ll be the one to start the next big trend.

One last thing… I want to give a big thank you to Polly for having me on her blog today!

Check out my latest story entitled ‘Leap of Faith’ available September 10th at Loose-id.

Content with her life as Ultimate Extreme Wrestling Vixen. Lexi Blackwell isn’t looking for love. Considered a legacy in the business because of her legendary father, she’d well respected and liked by many. She has only one focus and that’s her career. Years ago she fell in love with a fellow UEW supers star only to suffer a lot more than just a broken heart. Unable to completely cover from the hurt, Lexi swore never to travel down that path again.

Professional wrestler Logan Lanier is a rising star in the company. He’s spent years working to reach the top and excels at everything he does. Once in the big leagues Logan quickly realizes just how lonely the existence can be. Feeling a connection with Lexi, he sets his sights and his heart on the pretty little vixen. He knows she’s been burned before and is determined to do whatever it takes to prove that not all men (or wrestlers) are created equal.

Can Logan win her trust and ultimately her love, or will the cruel hand of fate strike again?